The story is completely true and happened in November 2019. cleaning lady, please reach me if you 'd like to go my muse.

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She came through the rotate door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her smooth out step somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few stride in, she stopped. She told me she was a example but people lie so often I did n't await the claim to be lawful. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad peg were stat mi long. Her rose hip, while slender, tapered into an even more thin waist. Her knocker shattered the flat-chested model average, and while I could n't tell how copious they were from across the lobby, but it was clear she was packing a dangerous pair under her silky, flowing blouse.

It was almost 2:00 am and because it was a Tuesday Nox, the gambling casino lobby was nearly discharge. I was sword lily for that because I was in Las Vegas on commercial enterprise. I 'd been nervously scanning the lobby and neighboring bar to be trusted none of my colleagues were there. hand that I was a blank marry man who was nearly 60, I did n't need the fuss. well, I actually did need a sure variety of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double listing ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of worry.

With her in my heap, I got up from my dark recession posterior at the bar and walked to her. At 5'9 '' she towered over me. It sure enough as hellhole did n't rag me, and the way she smiled at me, it did n't get to her either. We walked to the elevator making belittled lecture. I always ask the womanhood who answer my ads why they do. Lauren reply honestly, `` This is n't something I 'm going to constitute a use of, and you sounded like fun ... and kind of sugariness. And I 've never been with a Theodore Harold White man before ... and definitely not your age ! '' Lauren was black, and her peel was the semblance of deep hot chocolate.

being from Chicago, Lauren was n't like the typical Black women I knew. The stamp fit many of them : loud entitled prima donna. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California speech pattern. She was articulate, kind and authentic.

Laurens seventh cranial nerve features were gorgeous. Her big brown eyes melded perfectly with high school cheekbones and a complete nose. Her smile could melt Methedrine, and it certainly melted me. Her slacken hair's-breadth fell about to her shoulders.

Always the gentleman, I opened the door to my suite and let her in. The huge room had a panoramic view of The Strip. I mixed myself ( yet ) another drink ... I 'd expected her nearly 4 hr earlier and had needed some liquid courageousness to take after up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the bombination and felt great.

While we 'd talked earlier about a photograph session, I was way to horny to go through the altogether photographer/model thing even though I was a professional photographer and she was a model. And my consistence was still on due east sea-coast clock time ( I was in Vega for a convention ), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my body thinking it was 5:00 am !

lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical barriers. I walked up behind her and put my work force on her waist ... which was a good 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my expression ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, `` You 're absolutely gorgeous. I 'm so very happy you answered my ad. ''

Sweetly she said, `` I am too, and you 're way cuter than your pic. '' I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying buss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her nerve to her blouse, finding the small button and unfastening them one by one. Lauren 's bra was zero fancy, but its loving cup held her breast up into natural hill. Their curves were consummate, and the dim lamp light caused a insidious gradient of illumination to shine across them, illuminating her plentiful brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the exposed peel. Lauren let her head fall back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and put out her bra gonorrhea. As it the bra fell away it was like her bosom did n't move. Their SHAPE remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful shape. Her business firm nipple were the size of small grapes and rested upon areola about the size of it of a one-half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a minuscule upwards, highlighting the nonpareil chemical compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely aphrodisiac.

What was also aphrodisiacal is that she was still in her heels and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took full advantage. More moans of approval, and then I felt her manus on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a hint of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The predilection drove me even wilder. She 'd mentioned that she had a Pres Young son ...

As I pulled my capitulum back to look up at her she said, `` I 'm not used to moving so fast, but I 'm beaming we are. '' I felt the Sami way.

We separated for a moment to unclothe and Lauren joked about whether she should forget on her blackguard. Even without them she was still 3 inches taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing cock just above her glistening snatch lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren 's shape was truly especial. She had a slim, almost waif-like figure with tiny off-white and slender arm. While her chest must accept been a 34-C or D, her waistline was tiny tiny, like a young teenager. Her rose hip, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no incertitude wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 substructure tall, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.

I could await no yearner to deliver her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thigh and attacked her denuded catch with abandon. She loved it and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied woman ... musky and productive. I paused for a moment to look at her still open and pulsing pussycat ... and I marveled at how pinkish her labia and other feminine theatrical role looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the cornucopia of the color. Certainly, the fact that every office of her was swollen with pleasance had something to do with the shade down there !

But I was n't done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren 's post-cum smile widen as I began to fondle her coxa, thighs and intimate areas. I cupped her pussy under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second round. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my finger would see how a great deal she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her dent, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer sassing and teasing her labia and clitoris, three slipped inside. I could cause gone for four, but I decided to rivet on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my laurel wreath up and stroked until I found the magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full strong suit of my forearm to thrill her slit opening while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both mitt to grab and harbour my arm still. The loudness of that orgasm nearly made her strait out. I relented and slowly ... gingerly even ... removed my fingers.

I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my Bourbon dynasty. As I raised the glass to my backtalk I could sense the sweet of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren 's pussy. Those two smells were so rattling together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side of meat, and her nous was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a spell of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character ... with my drink in my paw ... ice cubes quietly clinking as a take the air toward her ... I placed my peter head to her copious Black lips. Without even lifting her point or opening her eyes, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.

I slid the tip in and enjoyed the impression of her tonging me. That, plus the Bourbon dynasty float I was feeling, caused me to start gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about half way and Lauren changes her position to open herself up more, and to take to a greater extent control. I do n't remember everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender coat of arms around my ass and going between my legs to catch my sack from the backside. This pulled the hide on my cock so rigorous that I felt like the head was going to pop off ... and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could feel every millimeter of her glossa and cheeks motion back and forth on me.

But cumming from viva was n't my goal right then, so I forced myself to indorse away with my breast heaving and my typeface feeling common beet red. `` Now we fuck, '' I said. I slipped on a safe, climbed on the bed, slid between her long slender legs and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just boom !

Her ramification wrapped around my hips as her arms wrapped around my back. We were intertwined like Chocolate vanilla extract whirl ice cream.

I loved that she wanted to kiss ... not all char do in this berth. Her lips and mine slip across each former passionately as our hips moved to their own rhythm. Grinding and poke, my pecker moved in and out in prospicient strokes ... so long that when I pulled out, her slit closed and my cock could tease her clitoris before plunging back inside. We enjoyed this for a while then switched it up. Lauren climbed on top of me cowgirl style, a position I appreciated because I could see, find and buss her beautiful white meat. And when she leaned forward, her breasts naturally fell to my mouth. Heaven.

Driving deep into her, even through the condom I could feel my turncock head word pass the nib of her cervix. The physical stimulation was taking its affect on me, driving me closer and closelipped to a climax. While I usually love to cum inside a woman, this clip, maybe because of the rubber, I did n't. In one serial publication of bowel movement I sat up, took Lauren entirely in my arms, spun her over and put her down on the bed facing me. I then pulled myself out of her, ditched the prophylactic, and stroked off a forceful coming where I spurted cum all over her brown stomach and teat. The sheer sum of white cum on her glum tegument illustrated the impact she had on me.

Exhausted, I fell over to one side of meat. Lauren kissed my lips and gingerly kissed my cock as she also scooped up the dripping cum and fed it to herself. piece of tail'n sexy !

We both went to the bathroom for a quick clean up and Lauren beat me back to the king-sized bed. She was under the natural covering when I returned, and murmured something about needing to slumber as I slipped in following to her. The fact that this vernal char would trust me decent to actually sleep ... go totally unconscious ... be completely vulnerable ... made me sense like this was something particular.

While I could n't sleep, I did lie ... and needed the rest badly. I spooned in next to her with every inch of my organic structure touching hers.

As the Vega sky started to brighten in the predawn hour, my dick started to fare back to living. I began to gently rub her back and I whispered to her, `` What you would like to do next ? '' With a naughty smile and a slight bit of devil in her articulation she responded, `` testament you eat my ass ? '' Not missing a beat I responded, `` I will if you will. ''

And with that, Lauren rolled over to lay on her stomach and I laid a path of kisses from her neck, between her shoulders, down her rachis and then to her gorgeous ass. Even laying down her ass had an amaze ripple cigarette configuration, rich and full. I kissed all over her ass buttock, then wet my tongue with spit and ran it down into her ass quip.

With little effort I grabbed her rosehip and lifted her to her knees and then pushed her chest into the canvas. With a hand on each cheek, I spread her encompassing subject to reveal her pink ass just begging to be teased. And I did. With long virgule and powerful knife thrust, I ate Lauren 's ass like it was my last meal on Earth. The way she squirmed and moaned and tore at the sheets told me she was having a very good clock time. And then she said, `` Fuck it Rich. piece of tail my ass. Now ! '' As she said that, her ass gaped just a trivial ... like the fleur-de-lis on a camera lens opening just a bit.

On went another condom, and I spit across her slightly open yap to ease the entry. Lauren had obviously done this before, my turncock heading poked in with informality, and I enjoyed the feeling of being caught inside that first inch of two of powerful muscle. The flavour sent shiver down my stage and up my pricker so badly I had goosebumps.

I pulled Lauren back to me like a rag wench so that I could stand behind her ( I was kneeling before ). And then the hammer started. While I 'm not huge, my 6.5 inches were doing their job. I 'm quite an wide at the hilt, and each time that girth hit Lauren 's mess she grunted like an animal. My cocked loved the spirit of piercing her ass. My hired hand each grabbed Lauren 's hips to draw our consistence together - pelt slapping against skin - air being forced from our lungs - my turncock pushing past her crushing sphincter and into the gripless abyss of her rectum. Lost in exhaustion from deficiency of nap and fury of being with a beautiful young Black mannikin just half my age, I felt like I went on autopilot as we fucked and fucked and fucked. Lauren brought me back to reality as she experienced a immense moaning orgasm that was aided by her finger's breadth wildly rubbing her button. Her finger bakshis occasionally touched my balls, adding a different sense experience to the myriad I was already feeling.

As her body quivered from the acute pleasance, I pulled my pecker from her ass. The tunnel remained afford, pulsing ever so slightly. I gently rubbed my palm and fingers flatly over her rim. Then, totally spent, Lauren 's knees gave out and she collapsed before me like a household of cards.

My cock, though, needed farther care, and Lauren had her end of the bargain to fulfil. I laid on the bed and pulled my genu to my pectus and whispered to the tired daughter, `` Eat my ass. Eat me now. '' Lauren rolled of the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her head between my ass buttock and started rimming me. If you 've never been rimmed, you have NO - zero - idea how unspoiled it feels. The nerve ending down there seeming connect to every cell in your torso. The smell is vivid and mighty. After a few hour of rimming, I felt Lauren 's long slender finger enter my ass, gently feeling for my prostate gland. She knew when she it hit because my cock jumped ... I felt an titillating sensibility combined with an immediate pauperism to pee ... she found The Spot.

Lauren knew she hit gold. As she stroked in and out of my ass, she added a second finger and then three. The fullness I felt made my side burn with adrenaline. With her free paw she massaged my Lucille Ball, stroked my gibe, and pulled my shaft to her full Black mouth. With her fingers deeply inside me, I lowered my stage and wrapped them around her torso. I propped my head up on a pillow to be able to gaze upon her as she overwhelmed my senses.

For guys who have never had a prostate massage, it causes huge amounts of prostate fluid to be created. And when combined with having your cock stroked or sucked atomic number 82 to fantastic sexual climax with huge amounts of cum ( but it 's thinner than veritable cum ).

precondition how badly I needed to release ( again ), I doubted I 'd reach a P-Orgasm before Lauren took me over the sharpness with a even sexual climax, but I did n't care. The attention to my ass rim, prostate, balls, shot and head was driving me crazy. I was sweating all over and Lauren was relentless. She took a firmer grip on my shaft and made longsighted strokes. Her palm and thumb reached over the top of my gland before slamming back down to my globe. She varied the oftenness so that I could sometimes sense my foreskin enfold my head, and on the down cerebrovascular accident she 'd pull my skin tight. It was just too a good deal ...

The low ropes of prostate gland fluid shot across my stomach over the canvass and off the edge of the bed. I arched my rear as her fingers in my ass rubbed my prostate again, sending another rope of fluid to soil on my heaving chest. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My abs tightened like blade. And then ... seemingly at last ... I orgasmed with fellow contractions that pumped out the seaman in speedy spurt that covered my stomach and Lauren 's script.

Thankfully Lauren kept stroking me but was more slowly and patrician. The aftershocks continued but lessened, and she carefully removed her three finger from my ass. My legs fell off to either side of her as Lauren stood and looked at me with a satisfied smile. She seemed proud of herself, even with one hand covered in spunk and the other in ass juice. Her whisker was a jam and she smelled like a well used harlot ... but she had been my whore ... my beautiful tart ... for this memorable dark in Las Vegas. On her way to get cleaned up, she bent over me and kissed off the fluids from my dresser, gently kissing each of my tit. With all of this on her lips, she then kissed me on the lips in a way that sealed our experience as a everlastingly memory.

Post *********** : Lauren and I keep in signature, and one day I hope to see her again. The pandemic struck soon after my last stumble to Las Vegas, but as the economy opens back up, I hope to be in Lope de Vega again soon.

It is my hope that another char might read this and want to become my muse. If this might be you, I hope you 'll adjoin me. I can be reached here or at the three-letter electronic messaging app with the initials Kay Eye Kay at Chicago440.

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